ROWAN •dobrik•

Chapter Two

"I still can't believe you told that girl at the drive thru to go fuck herself," David laughed as we walked up to the front door of his home. I pursed my lips, gently pushing his shoulder.

"She was fucking rude! She threw ketchup packets at us because we were "interrupting her phone call." Than don't be on the fucking phone while you're working, it's not rocket science," I mumbled the last part, and David laughed even harder than he already. He opened the door and let me go in first. I looked at him, surprised at his gentleman-like action before walking through the door, towards the living room and gently tossing the bag of food onto the coffee table. He followed me, gently patting me on the shoulder before plopping down onto the couch.

"Make yourself at home, Rowan," David stated before reaching over to grab his food from the bag. I sat down on the other side of the couch, reaching over to grab my own food.

"You know David," I started, he snapped his head over to look at me. "I was very surprised when you said you want to hang out with me today." He swallowed the mouthful of food he he in his mouth, keeping his eyes on me.

"Why," he asked when he was finally able to talk. I laughed gently, crossing one leg over the other.

"You and I don't exactly... how do I put this? We don't just "hang out" together a lot."

"Well I thought most of that was just us joking around," David raised his eyebrows in confusion and I bit my lip.

"I'm not exactly the most friendly person you know, David," my voice started to get shaky when he began to scoot a little closer to me. David stopped, pulling his leg towards him to where our knees were just inches away from making contact with each other. He sighed gently but shrugged.

"So? Im probably not the most friendly person you know either."

Yeah. He had a point.

"I guess we're both assholes," I laughed, leaning my head back against the couch. He chuckled, holding his drink in the air.

"Here's to being assholes?"

I smiled at him, grabbing my own and gently bumping drinks with him.

"Here's to being assholes."

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Later on that night, we made more progress than we thought we would an hour ago.

We moved this boring filming session to his bedroom. We were asking questions about one another as he filmed it for his blog. I told him to keep me out of the frame, happy that he respected that I didn't want to be on camera. I didn't want people noticing me in public, that's not something I want.

"Alright so...what's your last name," David asked and I raised my brow. I scoffed playfully, holding my hand to my heart.

"You seriously don't know my last name? I'm hurt," I pouted at him, and he just rolled his eyes. "Well if you must know, it's Warren."

"Rowan Warren? That's unfortunate."

"And Dobrik isn't," I smirked and crossed my arms. He stared at me for a second before reaching behind him and tossing a throw pillow in my direction. I laughed, throwing it back at him. He chuckled, letting it hit him in the chest and fall onto his lap.